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A Continuation of morning-exercise questions and cases of conscience practically resolvedA Continuation of morning-exercise questions and cases of conscience practicaly resolved
A Continuation of morning-exercise questions and cases of conscience practically resolved by sundry ministers in October, 1682.A Continuation of morning-exercise questions and cases of conscience practicaly resolved by sundry ministers in October, 1682.
London: printed by J.A. for John Dunton, 1683
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Sermon 7: Quest. What may gracious Parents best do, for the Conversion of those Children whose wi…
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1. Not only as the natural roots, from whom all this their Lewdness springs. They drew it from the Womb, and breast. They were poisoned in the very Spring, Psa. 51.5. Job 14.1. & 15.14. & 25.4. This consideration only, if no more, to see your Children rotting, sinking, dying with a loathsome Disease, which they drew from your Loins, were enough to rend your hearts, and Caul: But,
1. Not only as the natural roots, from whom all this their Lewdness springs. They drew it from the Womb, and breast. They were poyson'd in the very Spring, Psa. 51.5. Job 14.1. & 15.14. & 25.4. This consideration only, if no more, to see your Children rotting, sinking, dying with a loathsome Disease, which they drew from your Loins, were enough to rend your hearts, and Caul: But,
2. By your wretched Indulgence, you have added much fuel to this flame, you have heated your Furnace seven times hotter. Your Indulgence hath fomented, yea, inflamed their Wickedness. You have heightened their fever into a Plague, and that worse a thousand times, than that of the Body, which ends in a temporal Death, but this is of their Souls, and is like to sink them for ever into a gulf of fire and brimstone.
2. By your wretched Indulgence, you have added much fuel to this flame, you have heated your Furnace seven times hotter. Your Indulgence hath fomented, yea, inflam'd their Wickedness. You have heightned their feavour into a Plague, and that worse a thousand times, than that of the Body, which ends in a temporal Death, but this is of their Souls, and is like to sink them for ever into a gulph of fire and brimstone.